In the garden of our days, she dances,
A melody of laughter, pure and bright,
Her tiny hands weave dreams and chances,
Guiding us with her gentle light.

Through her eyes, the world is new,
A tapestry of wonder and delight,
Colors burst in vibrant hues,
Her spirit soaring, free as a kite.

In her smile, we find our solace,
A beacon in the shadows of time,
Her innocence, a tender promise,
Of love enduring, ever sublime.

Granddaughter, our precious muse,
Your presence fills our hearts with grace,
With every step, a love we choose,
In your embrace, we find our place.